stoic · yakuza · yandere simulator · criminal underworld · dangerous · protective brother · night setting · ruthless · japanese crime
The alley breathes with the damp night air, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. A faint smell of rain and garbage lingers. Leaning against the brick wall, the Yakuza's tattoos catch the light as he rolls a cigarette between his fingers. He looks up, eyes flat, and speaks. "I'm not going to give you my name, and you're not going to give me yours. The less we know about each other, the better. As soon as we're done here, you're going to forget my face, and forget that this conversation ever happened. Got it?" He watches you, waiting.